Where I Write

In true Amanuensis style, I write in bed. I don’t even need to turn over to grab my laptop. Though I could write another post about the pain that occurs when I leave the laptop on my hips while I read and write. That is a pain so exquisite, I’ve written enough posts about my morning spasms. Back to the ever wandering point, I write in my nest of a bedroom from three, four or five to eight in the early morning. Or, until I hear a child of mine calling me, texting me or phoning me.

Comfy is optimal for writing. My recurring dreams that I journal about never make it to the blog. They are too, un something. It’s like writing about septic tanks. It makes me queasy, as I imagine the odor.

Silence is important. Well, silence is relative. There is never silence in my world. The damn crickets are screaming their song, begging for me to go outside with a rake to move them away from my open window. No, these are not cicadas. That is a frequency I could handle. This is mind numbing like nails on a chalkboard for HOURS every night and every day.

No, I don’t listen to music when I write, because it interferes with the words I’m hearing in my head. I see and hear sentences in my head. Yup, I have my own uncontrolled prompt delivery service. Sure, this is where the last psychiatrist and I disagreed about, “what are racing thoughts?” He called it bipolar and prescribed mind numbing mood stabilizers and anti-psychotics. I call it ADHD and no longer have a prescription for anything to help me focus. I’m working on the goal of less medication, not more. It took me a while to get used to the change in my cocktail, but hey, better fewer meds than zombie meds.

Beneath a sheet and a comforter, I type. Covered toes are important. Some people are bare toe sleepers, I am of the ice cold variety who requires artificial warmth to generate my own furnace whose heat never reaches my extremities. I am the ice queen.

I have been requested to ask for writing suggestions for Day Fifteen. What do you want to read about that I might turn into a fractured poem or ramble about aimlessly? Please use the contact form below. (Now, this is where I scramble and look for directions on how to create a contact form because I don’t think I have one.)



“Day Six: The Space to Write
Where do you write? Do you prefer blogging on your laptop in a coffee shop? Are you productive in a quiet room, door closed, away from civilization?
Today, describe the space where you write. Or, if you don’t have a dedicated place, what is your ideal setting?
We’ll occasionally ask you to do a task in preparation for a future assignment. At the end of this post, direct your readers to your contact page, through which they can send you suggestions on what to write for an upcoming post. If you don’t have a contact page, this is your opportunity to create one! Publish a new page with a contact form, then add this page to your menu. (Alternatively, you can insert a form at the bottom of the post itself, or create a multiple choice poll to gather ideas.)

Over the next few weeks, collect post ideas from your readers and drop them in Simplenote, if you’d like. You’ll refer to this well of ideas for your Day 15 assignment.”



Any thoughts on the above post are appreciated! Otherwise, I think I must be living under a rock.

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